Ashitaka to Mordred: You're beautiful

[chariotry]

WHO? Achilles, Mordred, and eventually Ashitaka.
WHAT? Achilles and Mordred have this brilliant idea of stealing all the food in the palace.
WHEN? After feminism is saved in Paris 1792.
ANYTHING ELSE? This will be so dumb

[ The Palace of Versailles is a massive structure, even for these two heroes, whose egos are mutually just as large if not larger. Getting in was no problem; it was just a matter of phasing through the walls as spiritual energy and materializing once they were inside. Finding the cold storage and the kitchen, however? Is turning out to be more of a lengthy process than they might have expected.

It's going to take a bit of trial and error.

At least they've found themselves in the Hall of Mirrors, which is breathtakingly beautiful. Of course, Achilles takes a bit of time to admire the decor, but he ends up being mostly preoccupied with fixing his hair in one of the mirrors as Mordred proceeds past him. ]

Hey, Saber. [ Girl, come here... ] Have you thought about what we should do if we run into the royal guard?

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[bloodings]

[ Mordred at least stays out of trouble while he's leading her. It'd be easy for her to wander, to poke at (or break) even more things than she already has, but the promise of food is a strong one.

She grins in the darkness, laughing softly, but quiets a little at his request. ]

... Well, I'll try. [ Even if her tone says she probably won't try at all. She claps a hand against Ashitaka's back, remembering how he'd dodged her arm earlier. ] Thanks. What's your name? I'll pay you back sometime.

[ Maybe. ]

[lonelywar]

[Yes, Mordred, you get a gold star for not ruining anything more than you already have tonight.

This time when she reaches out to clap him on the back he doesn't dodge out of it. He doesn't really respond, however, standing stock still and just regarding her with a vaguely troubled expression. I'll try. It's not much, but he knows it's all he'll get.

He's at first unsure what to say about his name, as he had been reminded by the sergeant to be more cautious with it. But she was also with COST, so there was no harm in truth here.] Ashitaka. [Pause.] You can pay me back now by showing good judgment and not causing a commotion.

[He steps away from her, towards the stairs leading back up to the kitchens.] I should return to my patrol. You will be fine from here?

[He mostly just gets the feeling he doesn't really want to be here for whatever's about to happen, regardless of the shred of human curiosity he has to see if she'd been telling the truth about that appetite...]

[bloodings]

[ His instincts are good. Mordred might eat like a normal human, but the sheer amount and messiness of it would probably be uncomfortable to watch. ]

Totally fine. [ And, since he was nice enough to let her clap him on the back, she reaches to (jokingly) push him up the stairs. ] I'll leave the same way Rider did, so don't worry. Your boring patrol won't get interrupted again.

[ He'll just be left with the aftermath, which is.............. well.

Hope they don't need any meat tomorrow. ]

[lonelywar]

[He (not so jokingly) has to reach out to the wall to catch himself before he face-plants onto the stairs. He turns over his shoulder to give her a long-suffering look, though he feels confident that she won't cause a problem; they had entered without arousing suspicion, so much the same would come about to their departure... separate from the broken mirror upstairs and what was about to happen in here.

He sighs.]

Just be sure to contact me ahead of time if you really must return.

[So he can mentally prepare himself...

And then he trudges up the stairs and back to his patrol, trying his best not to think of how much of an uproar the kitchen is going to be in the following morning.]